With my mind's last breath I felt myself melt into my death. Reality faded into flowery dimensions, None of which flows with great precision.
But the sounds inside were already gone Before I realized what it was to go on. Embracing the liquid sky from Mars to Mercury, This temple of wonders was a lot to see.
My streams of half-forgotten thoughts Had unreal perceptions of shoulds and oughts. These led me to gaze at a fire so far away That I would have sworn it was yesterday.
Touching waves as time lapsed into yesterday, I clung to the memories I thought of along the way. My dreaming eyes looked up at the starlight, Forging my identity with the spirits of the night.
Was it all just psychobabble of the old and wise? Or something surreal that filled my eyes? The silence was when my fingers got burned And you laughed at me, at how I hadn't learned.
Jesus, He certainly knows me Driving the last spike of my misery. I should leave dreaming to when I sleep. The things I've seen make me want to weep.
Tell me why I hold on to my fragile heart. I always have, since the very start. Leery of the ways of the world in all its hurt - Walking off the trauma on full stop, red alert.
Since I lost you, I've realized that I'm not so clever. Living feels like it is cold and goes on forever. The days fade into the months of the frozen years. And the riddle of the sands is found in my tears.
(c) June 28, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
I believe in friendly compromise. I said over in the Senate hearings that truth is the glue that holds government together. Compromise is the oil that makes governments go.– Gerald R. Ford
The End of the Imperial Judiciary by Michael Doyle
It is the end of the imperial judiciary As we keep freedom as our legacy. No more will lawlessness prevail As we salute freedom's swell.
A district court has less power than the president. It doesn't matter who the White House resident. This day went well for the rule of law. It's only a pity that some need to recall.
That district courts do not oversee executive policy. It's never been that way in our legal history, Until the radical Left tried to rewrite precedent For reasons of derangement against the sitting president.
It's impacted our nation for the past presidencies - five. That's longer than some have been alive. Stare decisis states we are to follow the past law. It's time for the far Left to decently recall.
Common sense demands that a president be able to act, Unless and until he goes against legal principles or legal facts. I am proud of the Supreme Court for following the law. The law that the far Left now needs to recall.
(c) June 27, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
“The budget should be balanced, the treasury should be refilled, the public debt should be reduced and the arrogance of public officials should be controlled.” – Ross Perot
“The rights essential to happiness. . . . We claim them from a higher source – from the King of kings and Lord of all the earth.” – John Dickinson, (1801). “The Political Writings of John Dickinson, Esquire: The speech of John Dickinson … May 24th, 1764 … praying the king for a change of the government of the province. 1764”, p.111
From herder of cats to herder of men, The voice of confusion thinks itself Zen. Thirty years of perverted energy Has produced something akin to synergy.
In this passage of marbled history Are the layers of false controversy That have forced America to rearrange While most of us stand back to watch the change.
Loose production produces laughter and levity, Mostly at how life, much like gravity, Leaves much more to be static and grounded Than the original ideas that were impounded.
One by one, what we called our own Became something we could not leave alone Until it became bigger than the total sum, And like Pink Floyd, we became comfortably numb.
No longer did American pretend it was the polite society, As we became overcome by neurosis and anxiety Until the rough crowd was the one allowed To take over the role of acting and being proud.
Sketches that start as something less Became fleshed out into masquerade of success. One with failure as the two ways to die. Opened ended questions with no need to reply...
It's funny how in a life full of choices, The best stories told are filled with voices. The type of voices that need to talk About the lives through which they casually walk.
Smiling like the moaning Lisa revealed Are the bits of truth no longer concealed. It's funny how stories felt dis reputable Have the longest run and slip into being credible.
The best humor comes from the tears of clowns. It's those special places in the soul turned around That speak to the heart deeper than the levity And on the surface, these are face painted as comedy.
(c) June 25, 2025 Michael Doyle All Rights Reserved
Heading out of Australia to escape this Aussie winter. First stop Japan, then UK/Ireland and if work doesn't call me back, onto Chicago. I will make it up as I go along
ALOHA PROMISES FOREVER 